All she wanted right now was to sleep. She was tired, strangely hungry and the ropes were leaving rope burns on her skin. She was sore, her head hurt from the hair he yanked out, she had dried blood on her head and the side of her face and she was getting annoyed at William backhanding her like she was a sack of potatoes or something. There were still a few hours left before they touched down in England and being sleep deprived was making her cranky.
She was just drifting off again, her head against the window from the last time he’d backhanded her for not obeying something he’d said. It was a good thing the windows were bullet resistant, she was sure if it wasn’t her head would have gone through it from the force William was using. Right above her eyebrows she was sporting two handsome bruises from her head landing in whatever hard surface it bounced from. The other vampires who sat far behind William were enjoying the show of her abuse. She didn’t care. If she could catch some shut eye, or even better, go unconscious and rest she’d be as good as new.
Another backhand and she blinked. Her left eye began to burn and it got blurry and painful. It took her a few seconds to realize the vision in her left eye got red and hazy from blood and the tears that fell from that eye were blood. She turned her head to glare at the vampire who looked so smug after hitting her.
“Do you mind? Either hit me hard enough to knock me out or fuck me already so I can get some sleep”